freecoffee
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- Feb 6, 2023
- 71
Good things come to an end; it's how life works out. Every chance encounter that develops into any kind of relationship, whether it be romantic or even just friendship, will always end in a breakup of some sort. A good book or show brings with it several hours of joy, only to be followed by, again, an inevitable return to searching for something else that could make you feel anything at all. I've heard time and time again that it's the memories that make these transitory happy moments worthwhile, but I feel like, when they come by so infrequently, happy moments end up hurting more than anything else.
As long as the world keeps throwing obstacles in my way, keeping me miserable, I can tell myself that's all there is to the world. It's a painful state to being, but believing that suffering is inevitable is kind of peaceful in a way, and it would definitely make the decision to CTB significantly easier. But then, one day something good happens, and that illusion is shattered. When you realize better does exist, that happiness is possible, even if it's through the slightest glimpse of it, you can't help but want more. It makes you realize how pitiful you are. It makes the painful moments hurt all that much more in their stark contrast to the joy you could possibly be feeling.
So why should I go on in search of happiness when I know that every good thing that comes my way is going to come to an inevitable end and make those moments where happiness is nowhere to be found so much more painful?
As long as the world keeps throwing obstacles in my way, keeping me miserable, I can tell myself that's all there is to the world. It's a painful state to being, but believing that suffering is inevitable is kind of peaceful in a way, and it would definitely make the decision to CTB significantly easier. But then, one day something good happens, and that illusion is shattered. When you realize better does exist, that happiness is possible, even if it's through the slightest glimpse of it, you can't help but want more. It makes you realize how pitiful you are. It makes the painful moments hurt all that much more in their stark contrast to the joy you could possibly be feeling.
So why should I go on in search of happiness when I know that every good thing that comes my way is going to come to an inevitable end and make those moments where happiness is nowhere to be found so much more painful?